For me one aspect is about creativity and the idea behind a work, whether it be music, a painting or a book. But then there’s this twilight realm beyond reality, glimpses into which from my early childhood and on, have resonated with various works of art.
Edgar Allan Poe said it so well in his musings—
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that which I conceived it. There is however a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy, which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language.
These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquility-- when the bodily and mental health are in perfection, and at those mere points in time where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams.
And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see or seem, is but a dream, within a dream.
Shadows of shadows passing…
It is now 1831 and, as always, I am absorbed with a delicate thought—it is how poetry has indefinite sensations, to which end, music is an essential, since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception.
Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry. Music without the idea is simply music.
Without music, or an intriguing idea, color becomes pallor, man becomes carcass, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are, but for a moment, motionless…
This first passage can be heard as a prologue to “A Dream Within a Dream” from the Tales of Mystery and Imagination album by The Alan Parsons Project.
The second is features as a prologue to “The Fall of the House of Usher” from the same album.